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Dispatches from the Antipodes


Adelaide | Inland Australia | Still a Checkout Chick | It's Summertime | I am a Checkout Chick | Thanksgiving | Paranoia and Primates on October 12 | What the World Thinks of America | Glucose | He's got a gun!!! | Cricket | Advertising | Looking back, in retrospect

Adelaide
Adelaide is an oddly engaging place. While there I feel the need to analyse and define it. So I will.

As with much of Australia outside the temperate capitals and lush southeastern coast, Adelaide feels tired and dry - almost struggling and baking ... but not in the same desperate, labotomised way of the small inland towns. It's definitely a city, full of people and music. Even so, it at times seems like a giant version of a small town - all unfulfilled ambition and insularity, restless and overlooked... There's no highway system, and outside the city and its ring of brown parkland, Adelaide is pretty much all low-density suburban anonymity. Wide streets, gridded sburbs, fading and failing little shops. It's like 50 Nowras all cobbled together with the river removed, or at least poisoned.

Adelaide is well-planned, theoretically refined - it was built a free colony, lacking the convict 'stain' (so they called it back in the dim dark days) of the other capitals. Ain't no criminal wretches in the genetic pool of Old Adelaide. As such it clings to a certain conservative moralistic pride (call it Puritanism Lite) and has a slightly smug and contemptuous attitude to the other colonies. This is the "city of churches" and it looks it, and acts it.

I'm pretty sure prostitution remains illegal in Adelaide, and Sunday business was only recently permitted by the Government along with late-night shopping. At least they've decriminalised homosexuality. However, Adelaide, or rather, South Australia, is also known as a haven for bizzare serial killers and other such deviants. Muse on the duality of this moralism and depravity a moment, shall we?

All said, Adelaide is not a dangerous, oppressive or backwards place, though the water tastes of salt and copper. Fair and touristy adjectives might include "charming" "provincial" or "quaint". Or "dire" if one is feeling harsh. It's not a bad place, though, if you have a reason to be there.

It is, however, insecure, prideful and self-conscious. These attributes make up part of the mix that is the 'feel' of Adelaide. There's also its view of itself as safer, quieter, and more refined than the larger Eastern cities. The physical background contributes to the 'feel' too. It is all dryness - a dusty and harsh pallette of greys and khakis and browns. Throw in decades of economic stagnation and slipping behind the other states it once outshone, and its position as a constant target ridicule for dullness and insularity (think Cleveland) and you basically have what constitutes Adelaide's background, things which gives it its 'feel' and things that sets it apart from the other former colonial capitals.

In short: Adelaide is weird, and kinda out of synch with the other major cities.


Musings on the Hay Plains
Drove with my parents, halfway across Australia, to Adelaide, to spend Christmas there with relatives. This means driving for a day and a half across inland Australia.

Most of Australia is impossibly big, impossibly flat, impossibly dry. It's the driest inhabited continent, and what looks 'normal' out there (brown grass, sparse and struggling shrubbery, leafless grey and brown trees that look to be in their death-throes, cracked and parched earth) might seem desolate and dying to people elsewhere. And I wasn't even anywhere near the most hostile bits - I was crossing the fucking agricultural heartland, not one of the deserts or what they call the "outback". Even given all this, inland rural Australia has the feel of choking and baking and being stretched on a rack - the towns even moreso than the natural scenery. Hay, Nerandera, Balranald, Euston, Berri (to say nothing of the smaller, outlying townships)... these places look and feel empty, hopeless, left behind and forgotten. Browned signs and greyed roads and antique slogans and defunct storefronts, all peeling and cracking under the sun and heat as human life crawls along, barely moving.

It's mildly disconcerting... the palpable feeling of failure and obsoleteness and such, wafting about permeating everything.

Oh, there's a certain leathery romanticism to life way out there, the sort of thing that the National Party is supposed to value ... some nonsense about the "real Australia" (nevermind that we're one of the most urbanised populations in the world) and "battlers" and "the land", but beyond that, in reality, out there it's just lowered expectations, drought, booze, brain-drain and closemindedness. Even Nowra looks positively cosmopolitan by comparison, in its relative lushness and comfortable 3-hour train ride (when State Rail isn't playing sillybuggers) proximity to Sydney.

"What time is it, love?"

"April"


Lost in the Supermarket (Again)
Hands up if you've heard the term "smaller butterfat globules" before? They also have a brand of toilet paper called "Thick 'n' Thirsty" which I think sounds vaguely unwholesome.

Supermarkets are weird places.

Things I have been called at work:

My favourite was the old dutch guy who came up to me and said "HELLO, HOW ARE YOU, JOE?"
Meanwhile, there should be a "ten words or less" lane where you're not allowed to make idle chit-chat. So all the antisocial people who insist on making me feel awkward by not responding to attempts to make inane conversation, can go somewhere else where they're not expected to make such small talk. Since it's obviously beneath them. See, when I ask "how you going?" I don't particularly care, but it makes the scanning-transaction-process go quicker when talking. That's why we have small talk.
At the very least, a response would be nice.

...

I want to invent chocolate-sauce-covered steak. I think it would be tasty. That, and little chunks of beef dipped in dairy milk chocolate. I'll either call them "beefies" or "meaties".

Summer
What the hell is with all the bugs and spiders in this house at the moment? Must be the hotter weather. They're everywher. Normally I leave the things alone... maybe I'm lazy, maybe I figure they don't deserve death, maybe I'm some sort of Richard Gere convert, or maybe I bloody feel guilty about exercising my massive power on their tiny bodies... but, for whatever reason, I don't normally kill insects. I'm really really not good at being evil. Curses.

But anyway, tonight there was this really vicious looking black spider on the floor, not too huge a thing compared to those big hairy ones (it was maybe an inch long), but it was all sharp and quick and unwholesome and nasty looking and just Not Your Average Spider. It was like a movie spider, more scary than real life. Sinisterness with legs. Possibly a funnelweb? So I took to it with fly spray, something I don't like doing because of the fumes and that aforementioned not killing bugs thing.

It's hardly a god-damn fair fight, after all - human with poison versus spider in the open. It's be like if George W Bush was about twenty thousand feet tall and wielded a giant can of Terrorism-Be-Gone(TM) terror spray
in his hand.

Anyway, the nasty black spider thing is long dead now, curled up by the phone, choked to death or brain-killed or paralysed or boiled
on the inside, or something.

Meanwhile, there's other bugs abound, as I said already. I have mosquito bites on my arms and I think on my neck. Flies are now everywhere outside, several flies for every person, into our noses and ears and eyes. These aren't tiny, slow-witted American flies which tend to wander alone... these are super-flies, an unkillable, undeterrable monument to Darwinist natural selection and rapid reproduction cycles, which move in swarms and get everywhere. We have, in this country, weeded out the weak and bred a race of super flies, here in the Australian sun.

A cicada landed in my hair at work (in a clean, sterile supermarket, no less!), and again at the school presentation night inside the hall, while inside this house it's spiders. Mum walked into her bathroom this
morning to find hundreds ot tiny spiders everywhere, hanging from the ceiling and so forth -
must have hatched from eggs. There's also other bugs about the place, useless brown generic shiny little things with segmented shells and twitchy feelers and far too many legs... those boring bugs no-one
names or kills.

I'd forgotten how crawly Australian Summers are.


Lost in the Supermarket
Working in a supermarket, around Christmastime, arranging shelves so that they look neater and more attractive for Consumption... one begins to think... maybe living in a Communist regime mightn't be so bad. You get a snazzy grey dreary-chic Grim-Wear ensemble lovingly produced by Plant Number 1545 (no need to fret about supporting sweatshop labour)... you get an amazingly impressive propaganda machine to brighten your day, minus the annoying jingles and gimmicks our Western Imperialist Advertising propaganda machine spews forth... plus you get electricity several hours a day and coupons to feed yourself. Doesn't sound so bad.

Now, capitalist democracy is all about choice, right? Edible underwear and a variety of Mexican-food-box-kits Safety Sealed For Your Convenience. Good. Okay. But, I ask, what sane society needs FIFTY TYPES OF EGGS and HUNDREDS OF TYPES OF COFFEE? Working in a Communist supermarket would be so much easier.

HERE IS YOUR EGGS. HERE IS YOUR MILK. HERE IS YOUR POTATO. THERE IS ONLY ONE TYPE OF EACH. HAVE A GOOD DAY, COMRADE.

So much easier to stock shelves. And it'd be easier to remember prices and codes... There'd be like, ten different numbers to remember instead of hundreds.

Wow. What am I waiting for? Screw you, Evil Overlord employer, screw you, Zionist imperialist lackeys feeding off the blood of the Global Proleteriat... I'm off to sunny Socialist Cuba.


Birdmeat Day
It was recently Thanksgiving in the United States. It was Thanksgiving about a month ago in Canadia. Most foreigners with access to TV and other convenient outlets of mass media culture have a fairly good idea of what Thanksgiving entails - the various symbols and "rituals" and so forth. For what it's worth, it falls on the third Thursday of November, in case anyone was curious.

Now, I have a theory about Thanksgiving. I believe that it is the perfect American Holiday, the epitomising and reflecting everytihng it is that makes America great. Or terrible. Or weird. Or whatever adjective it is, exactly, which best describes the status of the contemporary United States.
At its core, Thanksgiving is a celebration of wanton gluttony, and then it is followed by a massive shopping spree - this all constituting an orgy of spending and consumption. Furthermore, Thanksgiving is laden with horribly trite and fake platitudes about a family ideal that doesnt exist - it is full of sugary, hypocritical moralising, about sharing and giving thanks and so forth. You know, all those things that are seen in various Very Special Episodes of TV shows, yet never really happen, either in America, nor anywhere else in the Western world. And, and of course, the whole Thanksgiving edifice is all based in a gross and inaccurate, wilfully ignorant and simplified romanticisation of history. Kindly Indians and grateful Puritans, feasts, blankets, and so forth. No smallpox, no intolerance or misunderstandings, no invasion or oppression, no Trail of Tears, and so forth.

You know, it occurs to me that statements like that might get me branded as "anti-American" despite the fact that I've grown to love the place, partly for these very reasons. It's a cute country, for all its craziness and silliness and hypocracy and so forth.

In fact, I quite like Thanksgiving. The absurdity of it is part of the fun. I noticed that the tendancy, among many intelligent, worldy, compassionate and conscientious Americans, is to be leery of Thanksgiving for the reasons I've outlined - the gluttony, the hypocritical moralising, and especially the historical amnesia and obscurantism. I, however, view these things as secondary... minor amusements of the season, much like Christmas and it's shopping centre Santas with bloodshot eyes, and soulless consumerism, and the occasional pathetic effort to pretend Jesus is somehow involved.
No, cynical avoidance of Thanksgiving is not a response I'd endorse. Rather, the holiday should be embraced for what it is, all negatives sacastically pointed out and enjoyed as part of the rich irony and absurdity of existence - and the holiday cherished as a celebration of FOOD. Glorious food. Call it gluttony and selfish indulgence if you will, but aside from lust, what better sin is there in which to indulge?

Anyway, Thanksgiving is of course not celebrated in Australia. We lack religious outcasts, yams, turkeys, a bone-chilling winter, and other essential ingredients.

However, being still in contact with America through friends over the internet, as well as through the general innundation of Mass Media, leads to awareness of the holiday. These days I also have a couple of other reasons to remember it. I had 3 Thanksgivings in the US, all of which were eventful.
The first year was spent in Honolulu, jetlagged and baffled... Thanksgiving was the day we first set foot on US soil. Took forever to get through customs, of course. And it was too hot. And I couldn't understand any of the Hawaiians when they talked. It was my first time out of the US, my first exposure to a place where mostly everyone talked differently to me. I nearly got hit by a car 3 times, due to the "other side of the road" thing. In short, it was a strange, exhilerating time.
The second year was spend in
San Fransisco with the family, and I believe we ate dinner at that staple of Amrican cuisine, Denny's. Wonderful. The third Thanksgiving, scant days before leaving the country, was an actual proper Big American Thanksgiving Feast, as some work buddy of dad's invited us to partake. There was football watched, and bird was eaten. Very satisfactory.

Thanksgiving is America's second best holiday. After Halloween, of course. Christmas, Independence Day, and Marriage Protection Week* run far, far behind in comparison.

*Holy crap... linking to the White House government website!?


Terrorism, Politics, Tragedy, Spectacle, Monkeys
I'm hesitant to post this, as it's a break from the usual tone of this site, as well as pretty damn cynical/heartless, even by my standards. I was getting mad at myself for writing it and I wonder if perhaps it's just Too Soon. But I'll press on:

So today is October 12, the first anniversary of the bombing of a nightclub in Bali. It appears to be a big deal for a lot of Australians, or at least for politicians and the media. As usual, it's hard to tell what most "real" Australians think.

First, a bit of background for the non Australians. Bali, a Hindu enclave in Indonesia, has been colonised by Australians and other westerners (but mostly Australians) in much the same way as Cancun has been colonised by MTV. It's considered a "rite of passage" for Australians (especially those too drunken or short of money to get to Europe), to go to Bali and generally party and such. Buggered if I know why they tolerate us.
Oh, right, money.

But, anyway, because Bali occupies a prominent place in the Australian national psyche, as a place for drinking and partying and revelry, Australia has generally reacted and behaved as if the bombing was an attack on Australia... which, indirectly, it was... Westerners would have certainly been the targets, and I'm sure that wasting a few Hindu islanders didn't particularly concern these guys. Regardless of this fact, though, I've found that this country, as it is prone to do, has massively overreacted to this attack. Not to mention acting like Australians are the only, or even the biggest, victims.
This overreaction has mainly been apparent in the Media and in the Government (and perhaps they are distorting my view of how the country as a whole has reacted), as the shit-flinging monkeys in both areas have been falling all over themselves to trump up the tragedy, make it into a spectacle, turn the surviving victims into the main attractions in this Circus of Voyeuristic Tragedy (paid handsomely for their stories, I assume). Live telecasts of the memorial service... weeks of news stories concerning every little security arrangement (the Indonesians have kindly turned Bali into a kind of fortress for the occasion)... rediculous exaggeration and hyperbole in the parliament, especially on the government side which wants to provoke yet more xenophobia and paranoia, since those are the main reason they manage stay in power.

Generally, I've had trouble feeling any particular "closeness" to the tragedy, like I've been told I'm supposed to, by the aforementioned Media/Politics shitflinging monkeys. Perhaps this is partly because I wasn't in Australia when the attack occurred, and perhaps it's partly because I've "been there" during the whole September 11 thing and, after an initial rush of emotion and hope that the tragedy would at least change the world for the better... I became very cynical and benumbed of such calculated outpourings of "sentiment" by those driven by ratings and opinion polls. And still am. Hell, it's not even just terrorist attacks... I felt the same way about the vultures picking over the Thredbo disaster (Why do I want to be a journalist, again?).

So when I look around here, it looks to me like the country, or at least the shit-flinging monkeys, are subconsciously ecstatic... as though "We get to mourn terrorism too! The evil network is after us! See, we're important!" in that pathetically Australian way we try to inflate our position in the world. The result is a trite, slightly pathetic, certainly tacky, attempt to manufacture something similar to what the American shitflinging monkeys manufactured around September 11. Monkeys see, monkeys do. At the risk of being inflammatory: such overblown and mock-sincere sentiment really is a very American trait... they do it much better than we do, and they lap it up more readily. Copying it does not make this country look very good, and personally, it conjures unpleasant and cynical feelings in me, rather like overdosing on sugar. Maybe I just don't like being told who to mourn for by people who couldn't give a rat's arse about what happened. As though I'm going to forget that these tragedies occurred and hundreds of lives were shattered?

This whole Circus of Tragedy is of course complete with use of rediculous hyperbole (I saw one Victorian MP comparing Bali to Gallipoli) and blatant attempts by "certain forces" in Politics to fearmonger by keeping "severe threat" in everyone's mind... and of course deflect attention from other things which might threaten their hold on power.

88 Australian tourists died in a horrible and senseless attack last year. 212 people died overall. It was one of many recent examples of what a hopelessly divided and violent place our world has become. The Balinese were the biggest victims, and Bali will take years to recover. Australians will just go to Queensland instead.
The world, or even Australia, did not "forever change," and this attack in Indonesia does not make us important like America. Nor does it justify every stupid, pissant thing little Johnny Howard wants to say and do... especially regarding Iraq and the "War on Terror" (Which to the Australian government basically means "sucking up to the Americans and sending out dodgy antiterrorism pamphlets").

The perpetrators of this horrendous crime in Bali have in fact mostly been caught. This is due to real international cooperation, though mainly it seems to have been the Indonesians, rather than the Australian Federal Police. However, the point is that the US, acting as though September 11 as an "Act of War" rather than an international criminal act, and treating it as WAR, has not yet caught anyone, nor brought them to trial.

There's a lesson to be learned there, about how we should react to the current world situation. And it ain't "the world is dangerous, better get real militaristic and support the USA on every single thing they do so they might protect us if Tomorrow, The War Begins" (book reference for the Australians, there. The rest of you, look up John Marsden for an insight into the eternally insecure Australian psyche).

So it's a variation on the old refrain: "Yes it was a terrible tragedy, all sympathies to those whose lives were destroyed, but for God's sake, people... perspective." I feel like an arsehole for saying this, this soon. It feels like it is taboo to point it out, but basically, I'm saying that the Bali Bombing was not as big a deal is it's being made out to be in the Media and by the Government. Can't they let the people mourn and the Balinese rebuild without making a huge spectacle? Surely we don't need to be told who to mourn for. There's something to be said for "quiet" "low key" and "respectful". This doesn't involve live telecasts of people crying and laying wreaths.

Perhaps it's just Too Soon and only the First Anniversary and by next year, things will return to a more reasonable and respectful state of affairs. With a bit of hindsight, we'll most of us manage to put the Bali tragedy into a bit more perspective, and leave the families of victims, and the survivors, and the Balinese people, to try to move on without wounds being re-opened.

Though, it'll quite possibly be election time... so perhaps next year will be worse.

PS: I may be cynical and an arsehole with an opinion who "wasn't even there", but I'm still entitled to stand on my soap box and rant about something I disagree with. I promise I'll try and be funny or irreverent, and avoid politics and world issues, next time.

In the mean time, here's a dosage of silly irreverence:
HIPPITY HIPPITY HOP (yes, that is me).


What the World Thinks of America (and what America thinks the world thinks of America)
Those wonderful folks at the government-run British propaganda network that is the BBC just ran a series called
What the World Thinks of America.
Such a thing naturally piqued my interest, and I spent far too long browsing the raw statistics they collected from America and various non-America countries. It both surprised and confirmed some stereotypes for me. Politically, I was interested but unsurprised to note that no-one outside the USA (except in Israel) really likes President Bush. This should be a given. More intriguingly, regarding descriptions of America, the world's overall opinion is seemingly that Americans are Free, Arrogant, United, Religious, and Friendly. In that order. Unless you're Brazillian, in which case Americans are Antagonistic, Arrogant, Divided, Not Religious, and Free (Brazillians are also apparently afraid of America right now.)
Overall, the two most common traits attributed to Americans are "free and arrogant", which I suppose fits the image American rhetoric presents on the world stage. All those political speeches and movies to the effect of "Rah rah rah, America is Free and Good and Blessed By God" has the impact of making everyone on the outside think Americans are free, and also arrogant.

But enough politics. Let's talk culture. Regarding American products, the consensus is generally "American Movies and Music = Good. American Television and Food = bad." I'd go along with that. 24% of respondents identified Coca Cola as the first American product that came to mind, versus 3% for Pepsi. If the Cola Wars were real wars, Coca Cola would be torching Pepsi's villages and raping their women.
The Cultural Influence reveals a few things, too. People everywhere that was polled, except in Canada, the UK and the US, think American consumer culture has too much influence. Those countries said the level was about right. Australia, meanwhile, is feeling more Culturally Imperialised than Brazil, France and Russia, and only slightly less so than Korea and Indonesia are (I'd like to meet the 1% of Australian respondants that thinks the US has too little influence...). So a lot of people are feeling like American culture is everywhere. This is interesting when you compare these to the answers to the question "Is your country more or less cultured than America?" Overall, more say they are than aren't (except Israel, Brazil and Korea) perhaps showing that a lot of countries feel their "superior culture" being beseiged by American cultural crap. 63% said Australia is more cultured... so apparently we think we're more cultured than them, but they're taking over our country with their inferior culture? This view, to me, links to that long-term paranoia in Australia about being "swamped" by, well, anyone and everyone.

Now we come to the most personal bit for me - Life in America. They ask "Is America a better place to live?" and "Given the chance, would you like to live in Ameirca?" For Americans, the questions were about America as the best place to live, and about other people wanting to come to America. The disparities couldn't be more marked. 89% of Americans say America is the best country in the world (fair enough, they live there) while most people think their country is a better place to live than America. Only 13% of Indonesians, 6% of Canadians, and - I loved this - a mere 1% of Australians think America is a better place to live. I think that's a sign both of how good Australians have it, and how much we think we're better off than America (Even if they are in a position to swarm us with their culture... which we think we have more of than them...).
Meanwhile, 96% of Americans think other people want to go and live there, yet no more than 25% in any country surveyed actually would live in America given the chance - 25% of Israelis and Brazillians, 24% of Brits and Koreans. Perhaps surprisingly (given that they're supposed to be in economic ruins and "embracing cpaitalism"), just 10% of Russians would live in the US given the chance. This preference for home extends to the US, where almost everyone says they like their country best and wouldn't live elsewhere. I guess most people in the world are just fairly well rooted where they are.
Finally, continuing the theme of rampant paranoia coupled with the realisation that Australia is a Good Place... out of all the countries, more Australians than any other nationality think their country is becoming more like America. A full 81% say that we are. I disagree that we are - at least in the important ways. This, despite John Howard's best efforts at dragging us kicking and screaming towards America until Australia is actually attached to the West Coast of the USA by some sort of land bridge.

Economically and militarily, most countries seem a bit wary of the Americans. Koreans are more afraid of the US than North Korea. An awful lot of people think American military strength makes the world more dangerous, and no-one except Americans much believe that the US is good at avoiding civilian casualties. More people everywhere (except Israel, the UK and Canada) say America is making them poorer moreso than richer - that includes Australia, and no country really wants to copy how America runs the economy, despite how many Americans think other countries do want to emulate them. This might show that people are skeptical of America's economy even though we think of America as rich... perhaps people know about America's huge income inequality, despite the poor not really appearing on TV much?

A glance at the 'aspirations' page shows that people think their countries should emulate certain aspects of America (technological innovation, economic opportunities and freedom of expression), but not nearly so much as Americans think other countries want to emulate them. No-one, however, much wants its military power or pop culture. France and Russia, especially, don't seem to want to emulate America at anything, while Australians seem mostly ambivalent (possibly cos everyone thinks we're already basically American anyway?).

So, this all seems to point to two huge things about Australia's relationship with America, which are things that can be tested fairly easy. Overall, there's fairly ambivalent and passive attitude to individual American products and so forth (since nearly everyone has some American stuff they like), but viewed collectively, Australians get all sad and paranoid at the big picture, and moan about percieved "Americanisation" of Australia. This trend exists in most of the countries, but I think it's more extreme in Australia due to Australia's special brand of paranoia and pessimism regarding its future.

More generally, it confirms that Americans have an inflated opinion of themselves compared to the rest of the world's view. It confirms that Israelis have a kinder view of America than most other countries, and it confirms that Russians and the Franch are probably its biggest critics. This whole thing also vaguely reminds us that other places exist outside of the "Anglosphere" and Europe by showing that Brazillians, Jordanians, Koreans and Indonesians have opinions quite different to that of us rich Westerners.

So, basically, there's this big gap between "us" and "them". We're fond of (some of) their cultural offerings but don't like much of their politics. America is a huge, enormous, complicated place, like any country, and it's a big and vague enough concept to house contradictions easily. This leads to most people in most countries having a very skitzophrenic relationship with America, a love-hate thing. Both inside and outside of America, people make the mistake of blurring different notions of "America" together (views about different aspects of culture, religion, politics, history, economics, personal relationships), leading to all sorts of silliness: arguments, nonsensical hate-rants, bombings, wars...

However, there is one thing everyone agrees on:

SEX AND MONEY!

America = SEX AND MONEY!!!


My work here is done.


Australian food is a lot better than American food.
Vanilla Slice. Goopy, yellow, sugary glory.I've heard it said that Australians have quite the 'sweet tooth'. I think this is fairly accurate. As a general rule, I think we eat sweeter food, in greater quantities, and have a better appreciation for these sweet foods, having grown accustomed to everything being made with cane sugar. For example: Our chocolate is apparently sweeter than virtually everywhere else, as are most of our desert-type things (pastry deserts mostly - 'tarts', anything with cream or custard or jam inside...) it seems that sweetness is the sole pre-requisite for Australian desert foods, even more than in the US. And we put pineapple chunks or beetroot or coconut in or on everything. Even things like Milo are fairly sweet-tasting. My theory is that Australian foods generally use actual cane sugar (freshly grown in Queensland?) as a sweetener, and fruit is usually fresher and thus sugary-ier. This opposed to the American practise of pre-sealing everything, or worse yet, adding 'corn syrup' - the vaguely sinister sounding sweetener used in most American foodstuffs, including Coca-Cola. But, from my biased, sugar-addicted persepctive, even beyond the sweetness factor, I simply find that food here is better quality than in the US.

PeepsThe key word here is 'plastic'. "American" sweet food is mostly god-damn plastic. Pre-processed, mass-produced, homogenised and hygenically sealed for your convenience. Entirely made with artificial sweetener chemicals. That's not to say, of course, that this doesn't produce some wonderfully tolerable foodstuffs (Doughnuts and Peeps for example), but that overall, I'm glad to be back in the realm of Milo, Vanilla Slices and hot chips.
Actually, on second thoughts, perhaps it's my taste in food that sucks, rather than American food. Maybe both.

Food-drink of the Demi-Gods.Back to the sweetness = good food theory. Australia has amazing Hamburgers. There's no arguing on this point. The 'Australian' hamburger with the lot generally contains meat, lettuce, tomato, cheese, maybe bacon and an egg, plus pinapple and beetroot. Even in our hamburgers, we must have our sweet-tasting ingredients... pineapple and beetroot. Then there's Ham and Pineapple Pizza pizza. In America, the staple, 'default' pizza flavours were Cheese and Pepperoni. Cheese pizza was actually surprisingly good - especially sprinkled with powdery parmesan cheese. In Australia, though, ham and pineapple is basically the 'default' pizza flavour. Again - a sweet ingredient improving food.
Then there's other, fairly 'Australian' things with a fairly high sweetness factor - things like custard, golden syrup (something like thick, super-sweet honey, mixed with freshly squeezed Ooompa Lompa blood) and even good old pineapple. All widely used, all very sweet, and all very very delicious.

This isn't to say that Americans don't eat lots and lots of sugary crap, because they damn well do. In one area, they far outshine us, in sachatine levels, if not quality.
Breakfast Cereals. All those Simpsons episodes, all those jokes about cereals made entirely out of Marshmellows... they're not exaggerations. It's actually quite hard to find decent breakfast cereals in the US, if you're the sort of person, like myself, who can't handle a huge load of artificial sweetner in the morning (or early hours of the afternoon on weekends). Froot Loops would fit in perfectly, perhaps even be considered a bit dull and conservative. Things like Weet-bix? Basically unheard of. That said, I think this actually reinforces my original point - Americans don't do sweet foods properly. There's a lack of genuine sugary/fruity sweetness where it should be, and instead they pump you full of cheap and tawdry artificial, chemically sweetened stuff at breakfast-time. It's a travesty of culinary justice.
I have no evidence for any of this, but plenty of conjecture and baseless generalisations! Basically I'm just saying that I think the art of sweet food has been taken to a higher level in Australia.We're not just mere sweet tooths, sugar junkies looking for any old fix... we're sweet food connisseurs, born and bred on some of the the finest sugars and sugar-laden products the world has to offer.

I'm pretty sure can't spell connisseurs.


Works Both Ways
One of the things that's struck me since coming back to Australia is the rather oddly warped perceptions of America that exist here. Naturally enough, for people without much personal experience with America, these perceptions are shaped mostly by mass media and poltics/world affairs. And what strange effects this can have.

I've spoken at length about
American perceptions of Australia (Though I didn't really deal with pop-culture influenced ideas, such as Foster's Beer ads too much...). Americans at large can't really be blamed, as Australia is a fairly obscure sort of a nation, with only a few broad stereotypes and memes ("Crikey!" and "Australian for Beer!" and such... or going back 20 years... "A dingo stole my baby"†) permeating the 'mainstream' of American consciousness.

The interesting thing about Australian media-influenced ideas about America is that the mass-media involved is itself American. This is, in theory, America presenting itself to the world. In theory this should ensure a somewhat accurate perception of what it's like in America.
Sufficed to say, this is not the case.
Firstly, Australians (and by extension, I'd assume most non-USA people) in their preconceptions of America, seem to be pre-occupied with a strange hybrid of the cowboy and the white-trash archetypes. Most people's attempts to imitate an American accent seem to have been drawn from the Jerry Springer Show and John Wayne movies.
When making fun of America, Texas and hickdom are right at the forefront (I'm not insinuating any relationship between the two, but many people do. I personally tend to think of Texas more in terms of Chicano migrants and billionaire oil-barons, than as a land of backwards hicks). America is, on the world stage, represented by its most rural and backwards elements. Think Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel. Think Deliverance.
Perceptions of America as a gun-obsessed society tie well into this. Very often, there are jokes about being shot in America... as though this is likely to occur. America, in the minds of many Aussies, is a gun-obsessed, very backwards place, where Jerry Springer is legitimate mainstream television, and shotgun-toting cowboy hillbillies roam the land in huge 4WDs.
No doubt the Bush government fits nicely into this stereotype, both through Bush's Texan cowboy-ness, and also through his administration's arrogant, cowboyish (and downright bastardly... but that's another topic altogether) behaviour.

Now, obviously, this is way off the mark. Especially when you consider places like, say, New York City. Or Seattle. Or Chicago. In the cases of places which are obviously not ruled by cowboys and hillbillies, the pervailing image seems to be of dreary, run-down, crime-ridden urban hellholes. Think the worst parts of New York, at the height of its 1980s crime problems. Think Los Angeles ghettos. Police "no-go zones" (if such a thing ever existed). Gangs and guns are everywhere and school shootings are the newest feature, in this version of America. As I said, there exists a long-running joke that one is likely to be randomly shot in Ameica.

So, if Australian stereotypes and perceptions of America are drawn from American mass-media, then why are they so distorted?
I'd put this down to the filtering and magnifying effect of American mass-media. Certain aspects of America are hugely blown out of proportion, and others are pushed almost into non-existance.
Finally, for Americans, their mass-media is from within their own cultural space, they don't see it all as destinctly 'American'. Whereas Australians and others will be more likely to take these things as being certifiably 'American' simply because they were produced there (everything from to 'violent' rap music to Jerry Springer) even if they're not really representative of "mainstream" American society.

For example, as I said earlier, perceptions of Crime in the US are hugely magnified and exaggerated (even in America... hence the culture of fear and paranoia that exists there). Naturally, when this same mass-media is absorbed by others, this is going to translate into America being known as a dangerous, crime-ridden place. This holds particularly true in perceptions of crime in urban areas. Again, the jokes about random (driveby?) shootings are a prime example.
Meanwhile, certain aspects of America just don't ever make it into mainstream mass-media. Like the Latino population, for example. Since they're basically not represented on TV, you'll barely find an Australian who realises that Latinos are a signifigant portion of the populace in Texas and California (possibly even the majority? I think it depends on one's definition of various ethnic groups). Australian stereotypes of Mexico are a whole other subject, perhaps for a later date...

Politics, meanwhile, are a whole other matter. I won't get into it too much here. Sufficed to say, American mass-media doesn't pay attention to political dissent, and so people tend to think the US government has much more support within America than it actually does. This perception exists within the USA, also.
Part of this, I think, is people confusing "America" the social entity with "the USA" the political entity. They're two pretty separate entities. Just like the rest of us, Americans often disagree with their nations' dominant poltiics, and I'd say that the majority of Americans are really quite alienated from their 'System' (See also: very low voter turnouts), moreso than in other western countries. Mass-media simply does not give people in other countries even a vague idea that this is the case.

So, in short: Australian perceptions of American society are largely shaped by American mass-media. This leads to a strange sort of distortion, where certain aspects of American society are blown out of all proportion and become the dominant stereotype (cowboys and crime) while other aspects are pushed into the background so much that they don't really register with Australians at all.

Incidentally, most Americans don't seem to know of the origins of the phrase "A dingo stole my baby", and have never heard of Azaria Chamberlain. From my experience, the line is regarded as a bizzare catch-phrase, a cultural meme from the 1980s, with vaguely Australian roots.



A Leg Glance
Being summer, I've been watching a fair amount of cricket. In this time, I believe I've figured out the purpose cricket. It provides a way to kill vast quantities of time through carefully controlled levels of interest and excitement. The idea is to bring viewers the absolute minimum level of interest at the slowest possible pace, in order to make vast tracts of time seem to pass relatively quickly. I've wiled away many an afternoon in this fashion, without really realising it.
Cricket has developed a strange sort of cult around itself. It's one of the great dividing lines of Commonwealth society - either you like cricket, or you don't. You can watch it, or you find it impossibly dull. You understand it, or you don't. At an instinctual level, you're either a Cricket Person or you aren't. That gulf can't ever really be crossed by either the cricket people or the non cricket people. Cricket is a bubble world, with its own set of terms, statistics, traditions, and standards.

Only in Cricket, for example, is the game so long that erosion plays a part in a successful team's strategy. Only in Cricket is it considered normal, even useful, to wear down the equipment and physically erode the very surface you are playing on. Unless there's a sport somewhere that utilises the natural processes of continental drift or evolution, then Cricket is unique in this blending of sport and natural science.

Actually, that gives me an idea. Continental Drift Races: The first continental mass to move 100cm wins (My money's on South America).
I am aware that this piece won't make sense to those not in tune with the mysterious ways of Cricket. This further proves my point--cricket is a self-referential world unto itself.



Lah-lah-lah-lah-clunk.
I've been watching TV, as one does when one is at home and bored and is used to being spoon-fed entertainment through various electronic devices.
It's interesting to compare the general advertising strategies one sees in Australia as compared to the United States. The first thing I picked up on is the total lack of ads for
prescription medications. This leads me to conclude that this is in fact illegal in Australia. This seems sensible enough, as it prevents unscrupulous drug companies from preying on people's natural hypochondria, and attempting to make them think they need drugs that they don't really need (I'd wager that in the US, a similar law against prescription drug advertising would be ruled as 'restraint of trade' or something. After all, we can't have those companies being distracted from the pursuit of profit by trivialities like public safety. That'd be Communism).

However, the most striking feature of the Australian commercial-TV-scape is the almost embarassing abundance of cheap, giddy jingles employed, mainly by local companies. My (probably unsupportable) theory is that in the US these sorts of merry jingles would mostly be considered quaint and anachronistic, and therefore they are eschewed in favour of various 'clever' gimmicks, which are then milked for all they are worth (eg: Jared from Subway), stupid catchphrase memes (eg: the "Whasssup" ads), and of course lots of tacky appeals to patriotism (anything post September 11... along the lines of "if you din't by a car from us the terrorists have already won"). The other possible theory is that a greater portion of advertising in Australia is local, as opposed to big national omni-corps, and therefore there's more ad campaigns run on a shoestring budget (making cost-effective jingles more abundant).

Funny thing is, these stupid, giddy litle jingles are damned effective at their objective: making you remember them. They also seem to have longer life-spans. After two years away from Nowra, I've returned to find that lots of the same ads still exist (I'm not sure that very many ads in the US survive unaltered, for multiple years, at least not as often as they do here). The TV ad turn-over rate seems to be slower here. Perhaps rural Aussies have longer attention spans than Americans and get bored/jaded more slowly, perhaps there's not as much pressure for advertising to actually be flashy and destinguished (preferring to wear you down, pounding those jingles into your skull), or maybe life just moves slower. Maybe all of the above.

Anyways, the point is, I still remember most of those jingles without really trying. It's a sort of ingrained cultural reflex (Just like how I can belt out the Tetris theme or the Mario theme instantly... mass-culture recall). This is, after all, the point of advertising... getting those Brandnames wedged in your brain, in this case by making sure everyone knows those Damn Jingles. Of course, the jingles are fucking annoying, and they smack of 1950s advertising naïvity... but they're insidiously effective. And that, as I said, is the point.

Among those local jingles I can reel off from reflexive memory are Racecource Beach Tourist Caravan Park (B-A-W-L-E-Y... point!), Unanderra Hardware Man, Jamberoo Recreation Park, Mitchell's Fruit (and Snowy River Meats)... Of course, these names mean nothing to many readers, because they were raised in a different media-sphere, and therefore they have a different set of mass-media instant-recall triggers embedded in them.

Lets go for something a little more universal, or at least national... Here's an experiment for the Americans and other non-Australians: the next time you meet an Aussie, ask them to sing the Vegimite theme song for you. This should prove the effectiveness of jingles, given a concentrated and prolonged saturation through mass-media.

I'm pretty sure they killed the original, fat Subway Jared, and then replaced him with a paid actor



Goodbye, Farewell, Amen, and So Forth.
Yes, the title was ripped off wholesale from that one TV show. No matter. I write this from Nowra, Australia, more or less exactly a month after leaving the San Diego brown-scape for greener pastures. I've had a bit of time to reflect on things, and so now's as good a time as any to get all retrospective. These are some of the things I miss the most from San Diego/America.

  • Jones Soda. A brand of soda (from Canada, I think) which has managed widespread circulation via word of mouth and suchlike -- no advertising campaigns. It's the Indie soda, as it were.
  • Digital cable. 150 channels is grand, even if most of them sucked.
  • Me, as Digby the Naked Molerat. My job at the San Diego Zoo. I miss bouncing around in my Naked Molerat costume.
  • Bacon Cheeseburgers. American burgers are pretty lacklustre compared to the Aussie variety, but good bacon cheeseburgers more than hold their own. Even if they had no beetroot or pineapple.
  • The Christian Merchandise Industry. 'Nuff said.
  • Kids in the Hall. Hilarious, somewhat surreal Canadian skit show. Featuring such classic sketches as 'Running Faggot' and 'Thirty Helens Agree'.
  • Cookie Dough Ice Cream. Vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips and chunks of cookie dough. Wonderful.
  • Music Scene. Good record shops. Lots of local stuff, and touring bands actually playing near me. Trips to LA. Oh, and Train vs Auto, of course. None of this ever happens in Nowra.
  • The extended holiday mentality. Being in San Diego felt to me like being on holiday. I didn't have to care about school too much, I didn't really have to care about anything. I got to see everything from the outside observer perspective... it was in many ways an escape from the 'real world'.
  • San Diego itself. It's really the archetypal southern Californian city, and far superior to Los Angeles. Damn fun city it is, especially compared to Nowra...
  • In roughly alphabetical order... Andreas, Brian, Ben, Betsy, Dustin, Fil, Greg, Ian, Jenna, JT, Julie, Julian, Kevin, Kevin, Lanora, Manoli, Max, Mikey, Phipps, Ronan, Sasha, Skylar, Teddy, Vera... and probably more I'm forgetting at present. It's the people that shape one's memories of a place/time, and it's the people I miss the most...